I’ll leave you a note,
Carrying all the words-
I ever wanted to say to you.
If I fail to deliver one,
Could you feel the wind?
Could you look into the bushes dancing in the mild breeze?
Because nature says it all,
All the words that came before!
It’s all there to be seen,
Yet you don’t pick any of it;
Leaving me in an ever lasting baffling zone.